A day in the life of Adam Parkzer.
I wake up, get ready, and I’m out the door in about eight minutes. I’m on the bus, 6:17 AM, and it’s pitch black outside. I have to turn the flash on for anything to appear. The two people in the picture were blinded by it and said they couldn’t see for half a minute after I took the picture.
We arrive at school and I go to the library, about 7:00 AM. Some people are studying while others are touching their crotch.
At around 7:16 AM, just before classes are about to begin, one of my friends decides to draw a smiley face on my hand in red cray-pas and take a picture of it.
7:25 AM, time for Sociology. Didn’t get a chance to take any pictures, we were in the computer lab doing IQ tests.
Second period already, World Literature teacher was outlining literary concepts and recurring themes on the dry-erase board. Time check: 8:38 AM.
Then he went to the other side of the room and started discussion.
Break time, 9:14 AM. Forty-five minutes to do my homework. Correction: Forty-five minutes to talk to the person sitting next to me (whose arm is visible in the picture) and listen to her weird but awesome stories.
No pictures from Health class. I’m surrounded by chaotic, unruly sophomores everyday in that class because I didn’t take the class when I was supposed to as a sophomore, and now I have to take it as a senior. I didn’t even want to take my camera out in case one of them tried to nibble on it. Out of the 30 or so people in there, I only talk to about three or four of them (including the teacher).
Lunch break, 10:47 AM. We went to Bocci’s pizza place. Their pizza slices are about the size of a fast food restaurant tray (literally). Didn’t have time to take pictures of eating, we had to swallow the pizza as fast as possible and get out so we wouldn’t be late.
No pictures from Spanish class, we’re always so busy that I don’t even have time to take a deep breath in that class.
Half-way through World History class, 12:44 PM. I was creeping on the other side of the room from my corner. There’s four other girls that sit near the door that I’m sure would’ve loved to be in the picture, but they happened to be in front of the class presenting their project when I took the picture.
Last period of the day, 2:29 PM. In the library again.
3:04 PM, riding the bus back home. The Asian guy in the picture looks like he’s about to sneeze.
Walking back to my house from the bus stop, 3:23 PM. I couldn’t hold my camera steady enough because I was walking with such incredible velocity.
Finally back in my house. Time check: 3:29 PM. Came up to my office and emptied my pockets of my phone, wallet, pens, and coins.
A few doors down into my bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes.
Time to get to work! The stupid lighting adjustment on my camera doesn’t work very well so a lighted room with a laptop screen in the picture makes the darker hallway look like a black hole.
Time for a break, it’s only 5:56 PM and it’s already pitch black outside. Where’d my day go?
Unwanted phone distraction, 6:21 PM. For the fifth time, no, I am not interested in donating to your charity.
Done with dinner. Time check: 9:12 PM. Time to answer my share of x10Hosting support tickets.
Time check: 10:34 PM. Even though my day usually doesn’t end until 12 to 1 AM, I’m going to end my photographs here. Maybe I should do this more often, it was actually somewhat fun. Hopefully, this helped some of my stalkers find out what I do in a day.
That’s my dog, by the way.
Yes, he’s still alive.
My dad thought today would be a good day to do some remodeling in our business. He also thought building two walls in our office was a great idea.
Actually, they’re not really battle scars, they’re just scabs.
But I like to consider them as battle scars.
It makes me sound more heroic.
During my lunch break today, I called the number to see who exactly it was that was calling me. When the call first connected, I got a machine recording talking about Discover, then a customer service representative. The conversation went something like this:
"Thank you for calling Discover, what is your name?"
"I’m calling because I received twelve missed calls from this number, and I was wondering what you guys needed."
"What is your phone number?"
No, I am not going to post my cell phone number on a public blog accessed by hundreds of different people a day.
"We do not have an account under that phone number."
"Exactly, so you need to remove me from your list and stop calling me."
"What is your name?"
"I’m not going to reveal that information."
"Is your name Rebecca?"
"No."
Then the retarded customer service representative that can’t even tell a person’s gender by their voice hung up on me.
Assuming that would be enough to end the calls, I continued my day normally, until I noticed that as of 7:47 PM, I had missed three more calls from that number, bringing the grand total up to 15.
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Suck it.
I even put them in a pile and took a picture of them.
Just for you! :D
MY SAVED GAME WAS NOT THERE.
MY COLLECTION OF LEVEL 100S AND LEGENDARIES HAD VANISHED.
I concluded that the internal battery in the game cartridge ran out, so it wasn’t able to save games anymore. It’s about nine years old anyway, so I guess I shouldn’t be THAT depressed.
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